They reach Number 38. Blinds drawn in all the rooms facing the street and a four-year-old Vote Lib Dem poster in the front window. Absolutely textbook. There is a Virgin Media van parked across the road and Elizabeth knocks on the window. She is expected. The driver folds her newspaper, lowers her window, and raises an eyebrow. Elizabeth repeats exactly what she has been told to say. “My reception is on the blink, and I don’t want to miss Love Island.” Someone in MI5 will have enjoyed thinking that one up for her.
